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The meeting hadn’t gone well, as expected. Hatter’s death, sad understandably, but Niragi felt nothing but excitement as he leered over the dead body on the table while everyone else around him talked. The old man had had it coming to him, wanting to stay in power with this ridiculous so-called ‘utopia’ – The Beach; he had called it, and expecting for the militant group to stay under his thumb when it had been oh so obvious to Niragi, and he liked to think to most others, that as more and more people arrived that the militant was stronger.
Adjusting himself in his jeans, Niragi snapped back into the conversation they had been having. Voting for the new leader. The ‘Hatter’s’ group obviously wanted to stay in power, but the more Niragi listened the more he vehemently disagreed. It was his boss, Agni, after all, who deserved to be the next in power.
Springing into action with a loud yell, Niragi commanded all the attention in the room at once. As he surveyed the room as he spoke, his eyes fell on a certain blond male standing behind the first ring of people around the table who had otherwise stayed silent.
Chishiya.
Ignoring the curious flicker in his gut, Niragi continued on with his speech, wandering around behind Mira as she dared speak up, brandishing his gun at her as he turned her words back on her – threatening to shoot if this meeting didn’t go in the militant’s favor. When he leans in close, gun pointed just under her chin, Niragi can’t help flicking his tongue out, showcasing the little silver piercing in his tongue, and purposely looks towards Chishiya.
Was that a curve to Chishiya’s lips that he cracks, as Niragi himself curls his tongue to the side and pulls it back into his mouth. Niragi can feel his blood surging under his skin as he continues with Mira, keeping his gun trained on her as he forces her to raise her hand.
“What about th’ former number two over there?” Niragi follows once he’s turned his attention from Mira, his smirk widening when number two raises his hand – around the room everyone else follows, Niragi not giving a fuck when he has to follow with his gun and threaten with his finger on the trigger whenever someone pauses. He won’t shoot, he knows Agni would kill him if he did, but that didn’t mean that Niragi didn’t want to light up every single person in the room apart from the militants themselves.
He finds himself back at Chishiya, who hadn’t raised his hands at all and was instead staring back with the same bored expression he always wore, his hands in his pockets. Niragi tilts his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow, and brings the gun up higher so it was pointing directly at Chishiya’s face.
“What about you?” spits Niragi as he stalks forwards, gun trained on Chishiya, until he’s standing directly in front of the blond male. It brings him a sick satisfaction that he’s so much taller than Chishiya, that it would be so much easier to overpower him if it came down to it. Niragi’s finger twitches on the trigger, it would be so easy.
Chishiya doesn’t say anything, slowly turning his head from where he had been blankly staring forwards to meeting Niragi’s gaze and raising his eyebrow at him, the corner of his lip just barely twitching up but Niragi sees it – tracks it, wants to wipe it off of his fucking stupid face.
Niragi tsks’, lowering the gun as he steps closer, coming right into Chishiya’s space.
“Are you lookin’ down on us, Chishiya?” Sneers Niragi, daring the silver male to say yes because that would give him a reason to shoot – that would give Niragi a reason to hurt him, to see Chishiya bleed. The thought curls low in his gut, stirring arousal.
Chishiya takes a second to answer, “But you guys really are stupid.”
Niragi latches onto this answer, moving before Chishiya’s answer, he even answers as an insult. He staggers closer, toe to toe with Chishiya, and points the gun right underneath Chishiya’s chin. Something in the blond males’ eyes were angering him, something about Chishiya’s cockiness even when his group isn’t in favor and there’s a weapon trained on him, something about the way Chishiya doesn’t even look frightened – but that anger is tainted by the past, by the pleasure and arousal Niragi remembers from not so long ago.
“Those eyes of yours really piss m’ off.” Mutters Niragi, tilting his chin up, “It’s so condescending.”
Chishiya seems to lean closer, lean into Niragi’s space, lean into the gun. For a second Niragi thinks the blond male was going to give Niragi a reason to shoot and the idea scurries under his skin – he’s itching for a reason to instigate, itching for a reason to either shoot this motherfucker or kiss him, the two going hand in hand.
It’s not just him. Chishiya seems to notice it too. Niragi doesn’t miss the way Chishiya’s eyes flicker to his lips before the blond male catches himself and instead leans back into his personality, leans back into this person he pretends to be, raising his hands, relenting even as a smirk curls at the corner of his lips.
“I vote for Agni to be the leader.” Says Chishiya and Niragi isn’t sure if it’s really there, but he swears there’s some of Chishiya’s usual sass back in his words, knowing now that Niragi can’t push him further without a reason, that even if no one here would be surprised by his actions Niragi would still catch a beating later from Agni.
Then, gaze flicking to the gun when it inches closer to Chishiya, a hint of what he’s really wanting to do, Chisihya adds, "Are you really alright with losing me as a precious ‘yes’ vote?”
Niragi’s caught. Tsking, Niragi lowers the gun with a ‘clack’ and steps back. Lip curling, gun still pointing at Chishiya, Niragi snarls, “Well, I hope y’ reflect on how y’ should act in th’ future.” It’s an obvious threat, and when Chishiya’s façade drops for a second Niragi’s smirk only widens.
The moment is over, and Niragi turns to the next person, Arisu, getting lost again in threatening this new fresh meat, knowing that with this one he was definitely in control. Yet the heat in his veins doesn’t lessen, nor does the way his cock is half chubbed in his pants from his and Chishiya’s confrontation – and even as the meeting continues, Niragi can feel the fuckers eyes still on him.
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When the meeting ends, Niragi stays behind. No one questions him, asks what he’s doing as he stands over Hatter’s dead body on the table. Eventually the room is empty apart from him and one other person, Chishiya. At some point after they had voted and Niragi had gone to stand back beside Agni, Chishiya had met his eyes and a silent understanding had gone between them, missed by everyone else.
Sighing and shoving his hands into his pocket, his gun cradled between his wrist and his shoulder, Niragi gives Hatter one final loud smack on the cheek before turning. Chishiya stood by the door but Niragi didn’t say a word as he passed by, heading out and down the corridor to his suite and behind him Chishiya followed – much like the one and only (they had sworn then it would be a one-time thing) time they had done this before. It had been long enough that no one else was in this corridor anymore, no one else to threaten if they saw, and at the anticipation Niragi reached down and cupped his cock through his pants, tongue flicking across his lips.
Niragi arrives outside his room and hears Chishiya stop behind him as he unlocks it, sighing as he nonchalantly pushes open the door and lets it fall shut behind him like he didn’t have a care in the world- knowing that Chishiya would manage to sneak in through the gap even as the door falls closed. What he didn’t expect was for there to suddenly be hands on him, Niragi’s gun falling out of his grip and onto the floor as Chishiya grabs both of his wrists behind his body and in one fluid moment slams Niragi against the wall.
“Y’ motherfucker,'' Niragi spits, tasting blood as he tries to break free. “Is that what y’ wanted? Bitch, t’ play dirty and grab me when I’m unguarded.”
Chishiya chuckles low in his throat, “Unguarded?” he echoes, “You had a gun. If anything, you should have been prepared.” as he speaks Niragi feels him step closer, closer, closer until his body is pressed up against Niragi’s back and the pierced male can feel how Chishiya has grown in his pants. “Or maybe you did this on purpose because you wanted this,” Chishiya said in that same casual tone, “as a repeat from last time. Do you remember? How I pinned you and fucked you until you cried?”
“Fuck you,” Niragi spits over his shoulder as the blood in his mouth mixes with his saliva and dribbles down his chin, “I’ll kill y’ if you ever say that again.”
Chishiya hums, “Oh?” as he reaches around Niragi’s hip, guiding them back enough from the wall that he can slip his hand into that space and cup Niragi over his pants. Niragi’s cock twitches at the touch, pushing into the touch. “Is that why you were hard during the meeting? Were you getting off on the thought of laying a bullet between my eyes? Or because you knew we’d fuck after like last time.”
Niragi struggles, “You’re wrong, I was getting hard thinkin’ about all the ways I could kill y’ and your damn ego. Just thinking about watching your blood stain th’ wall from where I blew y’ brains out nearly made m’ cum.” God, when did this short fry get so fucking strong – yet he knows the more he lures Chishiya in, the more likely the blond male was to slip up.
“Well, sorry to inform you,” Chishiya says, “but if you stay as you are, you’ll never manage to kill me.”
Niragi’s about to spit a response when Chishiya’s hand goes for his belt, deftly undoing it with one hand and going for his zipper at the same time before pulling the fabric open enough to reach inside, his fingertips tracing over sensitive skin before dipping lower to pull Niragi from his pants. In another quick movement he ‘tsks’ and then pulls Niragi’s pleather trousers down in one go, Niragi hissing when the cooler air of the room hits his heated cock and from being exposed – not that he wasn’t proud of what he had, and leaving them around his ankles before Chishiya returned his touch to Niragi’s cock.
“More piercings?” Chishiya asks as his hand runs over the shaft, counting the two new frenulum piercings Niragi has, making four with the old ones, as well as the new prince albert with a curved bar that sat prettily against the red and weeping head of Niragi’s cock. Slowly Chishiya strokes him, catching all of Niragi’s piercings on the way down. It sends electricity shooting down his spine, making Niragi twitch, but he pretends like Chishiya’s touch doesn’t affect him at all.
“Y’ like them?” Niragi smirks over his shoulder, face still pressed against the wall, “They look real’ pretty when I’ve got a bitch suckin’ on m’ cock.”
Chishiya doesn’t comment and keeps stroking him, collecting the pre-cum that drips from the head of Niragi’s cock with his small fingers, “I wonder,” He finally says, “If you still look pretty sucking on my cock, Niragi.”
Opening his mouth to threaten Chishiya, Niragi realizes that the blond males grip had loosened a little. In one hurried moment he shoves backwards, hitting Chishiya in the mouth with his shoulder and effectively getting both of his hands off of Niragi in one go. In the same moment Niragi turns, giving himself just enough time to see how Chishiya had landed half crumpled against the wall, blood in his mouth, before he’s moving into action.
Niragi’s hand finds Chishiya’s throat, pressing on the arteries on either side of Chishiya’s neck and his knees between the blond males’ spread legs as he leans in and clashes their lips together. The taste of metal fills Niragi’s mouth, both his and Chishiya’s, and he roughly bites on the blond males’ lip and forces entry with his tongue, the metal of his piercing clacking against Chishiya’s teeth as he swirls his tongue around Chishiya’s.
Suddenly there’s an iron-grip around the wrist that Niragi’s choking Chishiya with, digging into his skin hard enough that there’ll be bruises, but Niragi pays no attention to it as he uses his free hand to grab Chishiya’s other hand that had been creeping up his thigh to pin to the wall behind him.
“Niragi,” Chishiya chokes against his lips, “Can’t – breathe.”
“Good,” Niragi pulls back enough to spit against his lips, “I’d be doin’ a lot of people a favor here if I killed you.”
Chishiya meets his gaze, his eyebrow raising, “I know you won’t admit it, but you won’t kill me.”
Niragi tsks, not confirming nor denying as he says, “I jus’ need you alive so tha’ pretty mouth can suck my cock, don’t think I wouldn’t kill ya’ if ya’ pissed me off enough – in fact,” He gets up, relenting his grip on Chishiya’s neck and feeling a sick surge of satisfaction when Chishiya chokes and coughs as he struggles to get enough air. His touch doesn’t go far, as now Niragi grabs at Chishiya’s chin, forcing his mouth open with his tongue and resting the pad of his thumb on Chishiya’s tongue.
Chishiya looks up at him, eyebrows furrowed, and hands clenched on his own thighs as Niragi shuffles closer with his free hand on his cock, guiding it towards Chishiya’s open mouth.
“Suck,” Niragi commands, “an’ if you dare bite me, I’ll blow ya’ fucking head off.”
Having the audacity to roll his eyes, Chishiya does as he’s told and leans in, taking the head of Niragi’s cock in his mouth. Niragi would like to think he knows better than to fuck around with any of that other foreplay shit, instead going straight to the point; however, with all his other interactions with Chishiya, Niragi is also acutely aware that Chishiya has ulterior motives planned, had already figured him out completely if he hadn’t yet done so.
The feeling of Chishiya’s mouth around his cock is like a second heaven, so wet and warm and welcoming as Niragi forcibly pushes further in until his cock hits the back of Chishiya’s throat. Surprisingly, the blond male doesn’t gag, doesn’t even show any signs of discomfort, as his hand falls down to his side and he looks up at Niragi with those same bored eyes. Niragi doesn’t let it bother him, instead he shuffles closer, tightens his fingers around Chishiya’s wrist that he had pinned to the wall until his nails dig in and scarlet blossoms underneath his nails, and begins thrusting into that heat.
“Fuck,” Niragi sighs, “Ya’ throat feels s’ good wrapped around m’ cock, Chishiya.”
Chishiya’s face slowly turns pink from the exertion of having his mouth open for so long, Niragi’s hand still holding it there, his cock brushing over his thumb with every thrust. There’s drool starting to form under the pad of Niragi’s thumb and slowly it escapes, dripping down Chishiya’s red lips and onto his chin before falling to his lap. Niragi gets lost in the sight of Chishiya slowly losing his composure, gets lost in the pleasure pooling in his lower stomach and spreading throughout his veins, pushing faster and faster into Chishiya’s mouth.
Which, ultimately, is where he makes his first mistake.
He hadn’t been paying attention to Chishiya’s right hand, the one Niragi wasn’t currently holding to the wall. In a sudden movement and the glint of steel, Niragi suddenly finds a blade pressed against adonis belt, pressed hard enough that in another second blood jumps from under the silver blade.
“Tch,” Niragi sneers, pausing in his movements. “I’m honestly a little impressed, where’d ya’ pull tha’ from? I shoulda’ patted ya’ down before we started-“ he pauses, slowly pushing his cock back into Chishiya’s throat. Any normal person would find it terrifying to have a blade pressed against them under any normal circumstance, especially so if it were near their cock, but Niragi’s arousal is only heightened by the appearance of the blade. Chishiya could kill him, could easily force that blade into the skin of his thigh and knick his main artery – but that only makes this all the more fun.
“Oh well. If ya’ wanna’ stab me, stab me. ‘makes no difference. I’ll jus’ return the favor tenfold.”
Chishiya blinks up at him once, twice, not making a move. Niragi smirks, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he returns to his usual pace, looking between the knife and Chishiya’s face. On the third blink, once Chishiya probably thinks Niragi isn’t in any position to move fast enough, the blond male adds pressure to the blade and makes a cut from the lowest point of his adonis belt to his hip line. Blood wells immediately, rushing to the surface, and spills from the cut as Niragi snarls and goes to grab at Chishiya’s hair only for the blond male to overpower him.
“Bastard!” Niragi swears, fighting, but Chishiya has the added power of being below Niragi’s centre of balance. He had pulled back his head so Niragi’s cock fell from his mouth, only to push in again with his shoulders against Niragi’s inner thighs, forcing the black haired male over in one foul swoop. It’s a cheaters way of fighting, but Niragi finds himself smirking from his position now on the floor, ears ringing a little from how he had hit his head on the edge of the bed on the way down – not enough to knock him out, though.
Chishiya crawls onto him before Niragi can react, pinning both of his hands above his head with Chishiya’s own firm grip, one leg wrapped around Niragi’s upper thigh and the other on the outer side of Niragi’s hip. Niragi fights, still not willing to go down easy, trying to get out of his grip, only to find the steel blade pressed against his throat.
Niragi smirks, making eye contact as he tilts his head back, feeling the blade press just a little harder under his adams apple, lolling his tongue out when Chishiya makes eye contact.
“You gonna’ slit my throat?” Niragi spits.
Chishiya eyes him with amusement clear in his eyes, eyebrow cocking. “No,” he replies, “If I wanted to kill you I would have a long time ago. This time, I’m going to take what I want again.”
A laugh rips from Niragi’s throat, making his whole body shake. “Is tha’ so?” he sneers, his eyebrows raised as he continues to laugh, watching Chishiya’s face stay impassive. Suddenly, he cuts, and spits, “Fuck you.” Before gathering some saliva in his mouth and spitting right in Chishiya’s face.
Chishiya’s mouth curls, just the slightest amount, but Niragi sees it. Oh, he’s making the little blond male mad. The thought makes desire curl through him. Yes, yes, he wanted more of this – finally he had found an even match (not mentally), someone who was willing to fight just as dirty on the playing field as him.
Silently, Chishiya turns and wipes his face on his shoulder, the blade ever steady on Niragi’s throat. When he turns, he’s visibly smirking, no longer holding back.
“If that’s how it is, I’ll start.”
Slowly, keeping his centre of gravity low, Chishiya crawls up his body. It forces Niragi to bend in a way he hadn’t in a while, body aching the further Chishiya goes. By the time Chishiya is sitting on his chest, knees pressed into Niragi’s armpits and Niragi’s leg caught around his ankle to the point where Niragi is curled sideways almost like a pretzel, he’s got Niragi completely locked in. The worst part is that he knew Niragi was stuck, with his leg like this there was no way he could kick out of the hold, and with both of Niragi’s arms pinned he can’t get out that way either.
It shouldn’t turn Niragi on as much as it did, being forced into a position with seemingly no way out. But that was the fun part, figuring out how to get out of this and getting the upper hand, fighting his way out if he had too.
Chishiya moves the blade away from Niragi’s throat as he reaches into his own loose slacks, pulling them down just enough to let his cock free. He’s just as hard as Niragi still was, red and probably aching, the head so wet with pre-cum that Niragi had spotted a wet spot on the front of Chishiya’s sweats when he had pulled them down.
This time, Chishiya directs the blade to Niragi’s lower lip, wordlessly demanding entrance. Niragi doesn’t bite, smirking as he keeps his lips clamped shut, looking down from Chishiya’s eyes to notice how the blond flicks his own tongue out to soothe over the bite mark Niragi had left on his bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.” Chishiya says, not demanding but obviously not going to allow a no.
Niragi can’t help himself, “Make m’.” He spits.
Chishiya does so, immediately. The blade stings as it makes a small cut on Niragi’s bottom lip more towards the left side than right in the middle. Niragi can’t help it when he swears, “Fuck.” At the immediate stinging it brings, pushing his tongue out to lick over the wound. It’s his mistake, because Chishiya immediately presses the switchblade against the flat of Niragi’s tongue and when they meet eyes he raises his eyebrows, waiting for Niragi’s next move.
He had none. He had fucked up. As much as Niragi wasn’t opposed to being hurt, he also didn’t want to lose his tongue. Slowly he opened his mouth, tongue sliding into a natural position flat against his bottom lip, Chishiya pressing the blade further into his mouth until most of the steel was pressed against flesh.
“Good,” Chishiya tells him. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”
Niragi swallows heavily, “Fuckin’ bastard.” He can’t move, can’t even spit in Chishiya’s face again like this.
Taking no notice, Chishiya sits up on his knees a little more and pushes the head of his cock into Niragi’s mouth, the knife still present. It’s when most of his cock is inside that he retracts the knife, carefully, and presses it against Niragi’s throat again.
“Now, there’s a sight I like to see,” Says Chishiya as he looks over his handiwork, the corner of his mouth quirking. “I was right, you do look just as pretty as you did before with my cock in your mouth, Niragi.”
Niragi’s stomach curls. He’s not given any time to respond when Chishiya pushes his cock further in, beginning to thrust into his mouth. Niragi endures, breathing through his nose as he wraps his lips properly around Chishiya’s cock. As much as this was a fight for dominance, he did have to admit Chishiya had gotten the upper hand here and it is turning him on like crazy to see the blond man take some control – so he would play along, for now, until he could get the upper hand and take control.
The blade cuts into his throat every time Chishiya pushes his cock into Niragi’s throat, growing harder there, making an obvious bulge against his melanin rich skin. He’s sure at this point it’s drawn blood. The cut on his lip is slowly bleeding into his mouth in the same way, the metallic taste mixing with the taste of Chishiya and then dribbling down his chin much in the same way Chishiya had been before.
“You’re making such a mess,” Chishiya crinkles his nose a little, and Niragi is hit with the sudden realization that it’s kind of cute – no, fuck that, there wasn’t any room here for thoughts like that. They were only here to blow off a little stream, get their dicks wet in the most violent way possible, just how Niragi liked it. “Just like the mess you make around you. Right, Niragi?”
It’s not like he can comment with his mouth stuffed, but Niragi is still fairly sure Chishiya sees the way he smirks, the way he tilts his chin back in defiance. He’s proud of that. He had been put on this world, after all, to enjoy it. Fuck society’s’ expectations and norms – and if that meant he had to get his hands a little dirty, it was always worth it.
It seems Chishiya has had enough of this position and to be fair, so had Niragi. He had stopped looking for an obvious opening that means he would hurt himself the least, instead planning exactly how he would get the blond back. The opportunity comes a second later, Chishiya shifts and raises himself higher on his knees, lessening the pressure on the blade – and Niragi strikes. He twists his body to the side, using his weight and strength to knock Chishiya off balance. For all Chishiya’s smarts, even he messed up sometimes.
The knife flies across the floor as Chishiya is displaced, just barely missing cutting into Niragi’s trachea completely but still nicking it just hard enough to draw some blood. Niragi is on him again in an instant, ignoring the way his leg was already aching from being stretched and then pulled in the wrong direction when he had thrown Chishiya off of him. Niragi goes to pin Chishiya, his fingers clenching and yanking at the blond’s shirt hard enough to tear it, nearly getting his leg over Chishiya’s hip but the blond was minutely faster and had managed to get his feet under him.
In one quick movement, where Chishiya showed off strength that Niragi didn’t realize the blond had, Chishiya pushes upwards and twists. Niragi clenches his teeth and holds onto Chishiya’s shirt in a death grip as he’s thrown onto the bed, landing with a bounce on the soft mattress, Chishiya landing on top of him with one leg between Niragi’s and the other on the outside. They had been lucky not to land in a position that compromised their manhood, something that Niragi was proud of and would absolutely kill anyone who damaged him there permanently.
Niragi knows Chishiya won’t submit without a fight, but then again neither would he. He fights right until the last second that he’s overpowered again, infuriatingly so, fights as their bodies twist and at one point he’s got a hand around Chishiya’s neck, but the snake manages to slip out of it. Niragi is the first to land a punch, glancing Chishiya’s chin and the blond pauses, finding Niragi’s gaze with his own calculating look and opens his mouth to spit blood onto the bedsheets, his saliva mixing with it sticking in thin strings to his chin before he’s throwing himself forward again to grip onto Niragi’s shirt and engage again. Chishiya lands his own punches, one right in Niragi’s stomach, making the black haired male double over and cough out blood and when he looks up his knows his teeth are red as he bares them – Chishiya’s next punch glances his cheek, hard enough to bruise, but Niragi’s past the point of stopping and keeps fighting.
In the end, Chishiya has him again, pinned on his back with the blond’s hand around his neck, Niragi’s hands pinned under his own legs with Chishiya’s knees pressed into them – Chishiya’s even got his legs pinned, spread wide Chishiya’s calves hooked around him. At some point his pants had been forced off from around Niragi’s ankles, leaving him naked from the waist down. The blond had definitely learnt to fight to the point where they were evenly matched somewhere; whether it had been while in the Borderlands or in the old world, and even though Niragi found himself angry he had been bested again, he was also oddly pleased – after all, it wasn’t any fun fighting someone who was far weaker than himself, at least this was a challenge.
“After all that I’ve still got the control,” Chishiya hums, “What’s it like being constantly overpowered by those you’ve deemed weaker than you.”
Niragi shrugs as best as he can, poking his tongue out at the blond so that his tongue piercing shines in the sunlight streaming through the window. “Doesn’t happen tha’ often, usually no one dares t’ try.”
Smirking, Chishiya replies, “I’ve noticed. Should I tell everyone how easy it really is?”
Rolling his eyes, Niragi sneers, “Tell people if y’ want. I’ll deny it though, tell everyone tha’ I was that one who had y’ begging for this cock. Who’s gonna’ believe y’ when everyone is afraid of me?”
Chishiya eyes him, his gaze oddly calculating. Niragi hates it, he’s stated many times how much Chishiya’s eyes piss him off when the blond is analyzing someone, or something, like he was better than everyone there. It makes him grit his teeth and try to shove at any part of Chishiya that he can, baring his teeth, but the blond has him completely and utterly pinned with one of his hands still free.
Chishiya doesn’t say anything. Instead, he tightens his grip around Niragi’s throat, fingers digging painfully into the arteries running along both sides of Niragi’s throat, cutting off his air flow until Niragi is panting and too tired to move. With his blood pounding in his ears, vision blurring just enough that everything looks out of focus, he watches as Chishiya bends his head and spits between Niragi’s legs.
Something wet lands and slides across Niragi’s entrance. Chishiya’s saliva. Niragi’s cock throbs, pre-cum dribbling from the red head, aching to be touched, as Niragi chuckles and tilts his head back on the pillow, exposing more of his throat.
“So, y’ like it dirty,'' Niragi comments to the air above the bed, feeling it when Chishiya flexes his fingers in a silent warning. Of course, Niragi wasn’t going to heed the warning, of course not, he didn’t have enough self-preservation for that. “Didn’t take y’ for th’ type, Chishiya.”
He hears Chishiya chuckle, and then softly say, “Well, I did learn from the best.”
Chishiya’s finger slides across his entrance and Niragi stays still, tilting his head downwards again so that he can watch. Chishiya’s eyes were already there, already watching him as Chishiya tilts his head down far enough so that when he purses his lips and spits again he’s still making eye contact. Niragi just raises an eyebrow, an easy smirk on the corner of his lips. It was going to take a lot more than that to get a rise out of him.
With both hands being pinned down, it’s impossible to reach out and grab anything when Chishiya finally pushes a finger inside of him. It hurts, despite the excessive amount of spit that Chishiya had spread around Niragi’s hole and on his fingers when Niragi hadn’t been watching, but Niragi liked the pain – lived for the pain. He hisses, flexing his hips to the feeling of Chishiya’s long fingers sinking inside of him.
“Didn’t even think ya’d prep m’,' Niragi finally says when Chishiya’s got his finger inside and is slowly pistoning it, warming Niragi’s body up to the intrusion. “Where’s tha’ hate I felt from earlier, huh? ya’ gone soft on me?”
Chishiya’s mouth quirks, “I was being considerate,” he says, “But forget that. If you want to bleed it’s no bother to me.”
Niragi’s back arches as Chishiya pushes in harder, working him open. The pain wasn’t anything more than a small sting, a reminder of hate, but Niragi’s body soon gets used to it. He urges Chishiya to work faster, mocks him, rocking his hips on the finger, rolling his body to try and get Chishiya’s finger deeper. Finally, Chisiya removes his finger and Niragi watches as he brings his hand towards Niragi’s mouth, the one finer he had just been fucking Niragi with bent.
“Suck,” Chishiya says, “It’s the only chance you’ll get.”
Despite wanting to tell Chishiya just where he should put those fingers, Nigari takes them. He coats the long digits with as much saliva as he can, raising his eyebrow and resisting the urge to gag around them when Chishiya purposely thrusts them far too deep, almost hitting the back of his throat. For that Chishiya is bitten, hard enough that he’ll have indentations of Niragi’s teeth on his fingers for a while, but Chishiya just raises his eyebrow at him and uses his other hand to cut off more of Niragi’s air supply until Niragi lets go.
Cutting to the point, Chishiya returns his fingers to where they were before. Niragi can feel that his face is on fire, the highs of his cheeks, the tips of his ears, his forehead and even his neck is a deep pink, shining in the lowlight of the sun from how much he was sweating. He arches again, chuckles low in his throat and knows that Chishiya feels the vibration in his hand when the blond thrusts two fingers inside of him, biting at the corner of his cheeks to keep himself keening from the initial sting before it settles into that low burn that Niragi enjoys.
Chishiya scissors his fingers and Niragi swears low in his throat, “Fuck.” At the feeling. It’s delicious, sending his mind into a haze, his body flooding in warmth as he works his hips as best as he can with his legs pinned. Chishiya doesn’t comment, he doesn’t need to, on Niragi’s self-destructive ways, just hums as he works his fingers in faster, scissoring them further apart until Niragi feels like he can’t be any further stretched. The third finger doesn’t hurt, Niragi doesn’t even notice it until Chishiya ceases stretching him and instead works on fucking him with his fingers, curling his fingertips to try and find that spot inside of him and when he finds it Niragi’s body explodes in sensations.
“Oh fuck, it’s right there’ fucker, righ’ fuckin’ there!” he pants as he sinks into the feeling, the heat in his belly raising in pitch to egg on the pink currently creeping down his neck, over his collarbone and onto his chest. Sparks shoot down his spine every time Chishiya hits it again, causing him to lurch, and he lets out a full body cackle, tongue lolling. This is what he missed, this feeling of exhilaration, of arousal, of absolutely hedonistic pleasure, it was the same feeling he got whenever he killed someone, whenever he got to see their life drain from their body – the two came hand in hand to him.
Chishiya adds a fourth, using his free hand to press harder into his arteries and Niragi soars. He can barely breathe, barely managing shallow gasps that burned like a cigarette in his throat, the blood pounding in his ears a warning that he’ll soon lose consciousness if this continued but he didn’t care. His cock was a deep ache matching his lungs, begging to be touched, and Niragi’s words catch in his throat before he’s able to get them out,
“Fuckin’ touch me, you’re takin’ t’ long.”
Watching him, amusement, and smugness apparent in his eyes, Chishiya relents. He takes his hand away from Niragi’s throat and Niragi chokes as air rushes into his lungs, making him cough and nearly hack them up. His entire body is trembling, shaking, with left over sensations and adrenaline.
“No,” Chishiya tells him. “Kill me after if you want, but I’m in control here.”
“Fuck you,” Niragi barks, voice still shot. “I fuckin will,” he starts laughing, unable to stop, a high cackling supported by the lolling of his tongue. He probably looks crazy, he sounds crazy, but that’s what he was. “I’m gonna’ blow ya’ fuckin’ brains out as soon as m’ free.”
Chishiya ignores him. He’s got the fingers that had been pushed inside of Niragi around his cock now, holding it steady as he spits on himself, smearing his saliva over his cock. It’s dirty, and hot, and Niragi feels the heat inside of him raise in pitch – this is what the borderlands were about, dirty fucking and killing, and he reveled in it.
The blunt head of Chishiya’s cock catches on Niragi’s entrance. Niragi’s breath catches in his throat again as the blond pushes in, not bothering to tease or play any longer, spreading him open with one long push and Niragi arches and opens his body to the feeling until Chishiya is settled deep inside of him. Chishiya pauses this time, seeming to be affected for once when Niragi opens his eyes – when had he screwed them shut – to look at him. The blond is equally as flushed as him, although it’s partially hidden by his shirt, his pupils wide and dark when he meets Niragi’s gaze.
‘ Good, ‘ Niragi thinks with a sick sense of satisfaction, ‘ Let the little blond bitch sink to my level. ‘
Chishiya starts pulling back and fucking into him before Niragi has to tell him, chasing his own pleasure. Despite the slightly awkward placement, their position is definitely still in Chishiya’s favor because he can actually still move his hips, not pulled too far forward with his hand on Niragi’s neck. His free hand falls to Niragi’s abdomen, his skin tone a shocking difference against Niragi’s own jumping skin.
Niragi’s own hands hurt. Chishiya’s been leaning on them so long he’s lost feeling, but he likes the pain – he just wishes he had his gun, or the knife, really put some danger into this situation. He’s past wanting to overpower the blond, enjoying the sight of Chishiya seeming to lose his smart and calculating side even just for a second to sink to Niragi’s depravities, plus he’s getting a good dicking out of it.
The pace picks up, Chishiya fucking into him hard and fast. He’s purposely not hitting Niragi’s prostate now, keeping the black haired male on edge with how close he’s thrusting.
“Fucker,” Niragi husks, adams apple bobbing underneath the small space between Chishiya’s palm and his skin. “Fuck m’ properly, you can’t even do tha’?”
“I told you,” Chishiya pants, “I don’t care about that anymore. You wanted a hard, fast, fuck. So, I’m sinking to your level and giving that to you.”
Laughter bubbles in Niragi’s throat, “Oh how tha’ mighty have fallen’.”
“Shut the fuck up, Niragi.” Chishiya says. He doesn’t take the chance to see if Niragi will by himself, digging his fingers into the sides of Niragi’s neck and cutting off his air, forcing Niragi to stay silent unless he wants to pass out. It’s a good idea, sure, but Niragi had never been one to care about that kind of thing.
“Come on, is tha’ all y’ got?” Niragi gasps, voice hitching with every inward thrust of Chishiya’s hips. It’s getting harder to think, he’s been on edge since the meeting and now all of this was getting to him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge far sooner than he’d like.
“Shut up,” Chishiya says in that same tone, only broken by the hitch of his breath. He’s starting to get affected too, face screwing up even in the most miniscule of ways, all his visible skin now a pretty shade of pink and shining with sweat, making the front of his shirt wet. Niragi feels the same, his armpits prickling and his back soaked, the space where they meet wet and messy and dirtying the bed sheets below them.
“Doesn’t seem like it,” Niragi pants continues, having to stop and start again as his head starts feeling light-headed. “Can ya’ even go harder? Is this all ya’ can do? I can barely feel it.” It’s a lie, his whole body is lighting up, lights bursting behind his eyes with every thrust, the heat in his lower abdomen hotter than ever.
Chishiya doesn’t comment, but he doesn’t need to either. He pounds into Niragi, making him yell, tilting his head back as he shouts and laughs like he does whenever he’s on a killing spree. His eyes are starting to sting from a mixture of the sweat on his forehead, causing his bangs to stick there, and from the exertion of being fucked so hard, tongue lolling out as he struggles to get enough air as his face turns a startling red. Chishiya notices because he relents on his grip, allowing Niragi to suck in air, choking on it until it’s almost just as hard to breathe like this than it was being choked.
Still, Niragi wants more, hungers for more. “More,” the word rips from his mouth, on the high end of a gasp for air, “Come’on, more. Fuck m’ like you hate m’, Chishiya.”
“I don’t know how to hate,” Chishiya tells him, panting. “but I think I have a good idea, I’ll humor you.’ He fucks harder until his hips lose their pacing, chasing his own pleasure. He’s still missing Niragi’s prostate, likely still on purpose, and Niragi’s in no position to try and work his hips in the right direction, no position to reach for his weapon and threaten Chishiya – he’s completely under Chishiya’s wrath and he loves it, loves this, because it just means he gets to work that much harder to get the blond back, to hurt him if he needs too, a challenge for the future.
Nigari can taste blood somewhere in the back of his throat, still he eggs Chishiya on. “Do it then, fuck m’ like you’re humoring me.”
Finally, his words break Chishiya. The blond lets out this low growl and suddenly he’s slamming into Niragi, hitting his prostate dead on. Niragi yells, cheering again, as colors explode behind his eyes and he watches where Chishiya’s disappearing into him. Listening to the slick sounds emanating from them only turns him on further, hearing the sound of Chishiya’s hip bones hitting sharply against his ass – if anyone walked past they would hear this, but they wouldn’t dare assume Niragi was in here with another dude, let alone that dude be Chishiya.
“Tha’s it!! there, bastard, don’t you fucking dare stop.”
Chishiya chokes him, pressing harder than he had before to shut him up. It doesn’t work, Niragi lolls his head back and keeps making all the noises he wants, even if it makes his chest ache and his head spin. He felt like he was on fire, racing towards an end that was getting closer and closer by the second. His stomach heaves, unimpressed by the lack of air, but Niragi ignores it as he lets the adrenaline and the pleasure overwhelm him. This is what he loved, pure carnal desires being acted upon, pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure until he died.
Niragi races to that edge and all of a sudden, it’s over. His whole body surges, hands slipping out from underneath Chishiya’s knees from how hard he arches as he cums, as he’s thrown over the edge and into the abyss. His cock sprays cum along his abdomen, coating the melanin skin there white, and up along his sternum to where his shirt had been all bunched up and caught in his armpits, staining the silk shirt he wore. The lack of oxygen along with the strength of his orgasm has Niragi floating, nearly passing out as the pounding in his ears fades away and he sinks into silence, body shuddering and the tears in his eyes falling down his red sweat-stained face.
Suddenly it all comes rushing back as Chishiya releases his grip on his throat, reviving Niragi. He comes back to earth, gasping for air, lungs burning and aching in his chest alongside his heart that threatens to burst out of his ribcage with how fast it was thumping, and is thrown into a second ruined orgasm alongside Chishiya’s first, the blond painting his insides white as he continues to fuck Niragi through it. Niragi’s cock barely manages a few pathetic spurts of cum before his bladder picks up, and, still having no control of his body, Niragi watches for a second as his bladder empties and mixes with the cum on his stomach before he’s tilting his head back on the pillow, his throat raw as he laughs.
He’s still letting out croaks of laughter, his tongue out of his mouth, when Chishiya slips out of him with a groan and the bed dips as he collapses near the end of the bed. Niragi’s lungs still ache, as does his body, as he lifts his head just enough to peer down at Chishiya at the end of his bed.
“Tha’ was fun,” Niragi pants. As the euphoria wears off his body starts to hurt more, his throat feels like it’s been burnt raw, his neck already bruising with how much it hurts to move it, his ribs feel like someone had stepped on them, his lips chapped and cracked and his eyes stinging. He can barely move and, even if he did, Niragi was sure it wouldn’t end well – his stomach was still threatening to upheave itself.
“Now, while I can’t move, I suggest ya’ get tha’ fuck out before I kill ya’.”
Surprising him, Chishiya lets out his own low laugh. “Noted.” He says.
Niragi hears him wince as he gets up, the bed sinking where he sits before springing back once Chishiya has gotten up. Niragi’s fingers inch to where his concealed gun was hidden just behind the headboard, but surprising to none he was too exhausted to think about lifting his arm to get there. Instead, he decides he’ll let Chishiya off, just this once – besides, it would be more fun to do this again once Niragi was more powerful, the challenge that Chishiya had unknowingly set by overpowering him, it would be a match to look forward too.
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Chishiya says nothing as he leaves and the door clicks behind him, leaving Niragi in silence. He’s floating between consciousness and unconsciousness, well aware that he should clean himself rather than lie in his own filth. Eventually the tiredness seeps away a little and he gains enough strength, a good half hour after Chishiya had left and he had lied there listening to the clock ticking, to lift himself and roll towards the end of the bed. It was a bad idea, as soon as he gets there Niragi’s stomach voices it’s final complaint and upheaves itself, causing Niragi to throw up all over the carpet – it’s nothing more than bile and water, he hadn’t eaten today, and once he was finished Niragi spends a couple of seconds lying there, panting, as saliva drips from his nose and mouth before he gets up.
! WARNING OVER !
The bath is the first thing that goes on, hot enough to burn someone, as Niragi pulls off his ruined shirt and dumps it on the ground. His hands shake as he grabs the packet of cigarettes he leaves in here and lights one, bringing it to his mouth and takin’ a deep drag. Niragi lets it hang from his lips as he examines himself with tired eyes in the mirror, noting how there was an imprint of purple fingers on his neck, the cut on the side of his neck that had stopped bleeding but was an angry red, the cut in his mouth that had done the same, the bruises around his torso, arms, and legs from when they had fought for dominance. As he leans in, Niragi notes how his dark eye makeup is all ruined, smeared around his eyes and washed away by his sweat and tears, and after he leans back again, taking another long drag.
Suddenly, he’s laughing again. It bubbles out of his throat as he pokes his tongue out at himself in the mirror. That was fun, this had been fun, but this wasn’t over, he was going to wreak even more havoc and get Chishiya back twice as hard, the blond bastard had no idea.